charles "entertainment" bruckus
utterly baffling how many things this film is about while still having time for multiple dance numbers. came out of this drenched in sweat and unable to understand how it became 4 am.
revolutions are built on the power of a single bullet, but also revolutions cannot be won without a noble heart. seize the day. embrace your brothers. make friends with the power of dance. impale your oppressors on their own lances. kill a guy by throwing a leopard…
this is a dime store pulp novel in film form. the broadly applied, expressive colors and rampant stylization screams out loudly as the roaring synths, oozing from the pores. this is how my brain recreates books, in illusory handfuls of raw emotion, and old pulp novels are all about this kind of slimy, dripping emotional content
im gonna miss johan johansson dude
i love how tightly framed everything is. it makes things feel close, intimate even, but also creates some sense of mystery. i can't help but think there's some relationship between all these pieces, like this is all one machine; i found myself thinking that maybe this portion is driven by one the film showed me earlier, and would set about imagining how they might interact. but i also love how sometimes i only get to see one full cycle of the mechanics, sometimes i get to really hang out with it. a lot of playfulness
no idea how to rate this, not sure I have to